The Crooked Man Page #4

Noah!

Shh. We're alone now.

We got about 20 minutes

until my father realizes

where we're going.

I'm sorry.

So where do we go now?

Looks like a place

a professor would live.

It's always nice to meet

some of dad's former students.

He always spoke so highly

of you and your mom.

I thought, since we happened

to be in the area,

that we should pay our respects.

Oh, you found Milo, I see.

He was my dad's

teaching assistant for years.

Which class of his

did you take again?

World culture and mythology.

Yeah.

That was one of his favorites.

- Sugar?

- No, thank you.

He always would tell

the most interesting stories.

He would make you feel

like you were

right in the middle of it all.

It must've been amazing, growing

up with a father like that,

all the stories

he must have had.

To tell you the truth,

he saved most of that

for his students.

I can only imagine all the

things he must have left behind.

I heard he had

quite the collection.

You want to see it?

- Huh.

- Whoa.

Look at all this stuff.

Some of these items

must be pretty valuable.

Yeah, well, you can't put

a price on your father's memory.

I imagine not.

That was one of his

more recent finds.

I remember him talking about it.

May I?

Who are you?

- We told you.

- No.

First of all,

what, were you 12 years old

when he still taught that class?

And second of all,

he never never would've

spoken very highly of me.

Certainly not my mother,

so do you wanna tell me

what you're really doing here?

Have you heard the rhyme

about the crooked man?

Of course. My father wrote

a book about the author.

We believe it's real.

After your father died,

Milo posted the means

to summon him online.

Six people have died,

and unless we can figure out

how to undo our mistake,

there will be more.

We believe this box might be

the only way to stop it.

I'm gonna show you something.

Something that I have not

shown anyone.

Not the police.

But when I found my father's

body in the classroom...

He had this.

We can end it.

For good.

We just need to borrow the box.

Please.

You get that son of a b*tch.

Harris and Olivia Shaw

are being sought by police

in connection with last night's

brutal slaying that...

I always knew she was trouble.

I always said it.

Hey!

Not at the dinner table.

Dear lord, bless this food

that we are about to eat

and all that it provides.

- Amen.

- Amen.

Looks like a storm is coming in.

Now...

Where were we?

I am going to check

the breakers.

No! I mean, um...

I'll come with you.

I'll get some candles.

Maybe it's the whole block.

Maybe.

There's nothing there.

There's nothing there.

Mother?

Alice?

Mother, I can't open the door!

Alice!

Mother?

Mother, are you okay?

I'm scared!

Ow!

Mother? Is that you?

How 'bout a light?

I should've been there.

You can't blame yourself.

For six years,

her mother tried

everything she could,

and probably

more than she should,

to keep Alice safe.

Hey, she's alive.

How many people have died

because of me?

Jill, Steven, Mia,

Charlotte, Violet.

You're the one

that's trying to save them.

He called my name.

What are you talking about?

Back at the house,

when I touched the music box,

he called my name.

And it wasn't the first time.

This is all my fault.

All of this.

- He's taunting me.

- No, you can't think like that.

No, I killed them, Noah.

I killed all of them!

Shh, shh, shh.

Think she can hear me?

She's in a coma because of me.

Don't you understand?

Because of me!

Come on, let's go.

Don't you ever

turn the light off! Ever!

She's just a little tired.

Excuse us.

I'm the one who started it.

I'm the one who needs to end it.

How?

The music box,

it showed me something.

A crooked house.

I think that's where

we have to find him.

Did it show you where it was?

All I saw were woods.

Think.

Were there any specific

characteristics or landmarks?

Anything specific?

Just a clearing.

But I did notice two large rocks

and giant pine tree.

As if that even helps.

Actually, it does.

- Come here.

- What are you doing?

Let's go, let's go.

I was a cub scout

when I was a kid.

One day my troop went for a hike

through this park.

We found this clearing

and two rocks.

Just like your vision.

You ready?

- For Alice.

- For Alice.

We're close.

We're here.

This is exactly what I remember.

The rocks, the trees.

And the house was somewhere...

Right...

- Did you see...

- No.

This house was not there

a minute ago.

So what happens now?

We kill the crooked man.

I'll go check the upstairs.

Be careful.

Olive!

Oh, god.

You all right?

All right? You okay?

Yeah.

- What are you doing?

- Making a call.

Something's happening.

He's here.

What do you want?!

Haven't you taken enough

already?

The box.

Hey there.

You should really see somebody

about that posture problem

of yours.

Is it working?

Yeah.

Hey!

I saw that going differently.

What am I missing?

Hey!

It's me again.

- Are you okay?

- It's not working.

"Only with this crooked song."

I don't know

what I'm doing wrong.

When you recite the poem,

it summons him, right?

And so the box

must serve the same purpose.

In order to reverse its effects

and take him back, we've got...

To play it backwards!

Okay, okay!

I'm going as fast as I can!

Whatever happens, keep playing.

Noah!

Keep...

Playing.

Go back to hell,

you son of a b*tch!

You're alive!

Come on.

We need to get out of here.

Come on.

Come on, Noah!

It's over.

It's over now.

Finally.

That's so old school.

How about the one with

the killer in a hockey mask?

Or the killer doll?

I know.

Have you any of you heard about

the song that kills you

if you sing it?

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